The last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factoriesAnd in them all we fight to stay awakeDrink enough of anything to make this world look new againDrunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the gravesShe had nothing left to say so she said she loved meI stood there grateful for the lieDrink enough of anything to make this girl look new againDrunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the gravesTurn summer trees to bones and iceTurn insect songs against the nightWith words we build and words we breakI'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the gravesDrink enough of anything to make myself look new againDrunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves